Tears
Tucked in the corners of eyes
like miniature crystal balls,
those tiny globes of saline,
they don't just fall,
they descend like the slowest rain,
bringing into focus
a landscape slightly bent.
As though peering through a fish-eye lens,
they reveal a world askew -
where the simplest chair leg
might look like a root of an oak,
or the edge of a stamp
could suddenly remind you
of the cliffs of Dover.
And all of it, every detail
swollen and blurred
by this watery prism,
as if painted by an artist
who cannot decide
between Impressionism
and drowning.
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Author:
gray0328 (
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Comments2
A fine write G.
You know the dark humour story of someone waving for help in the sea.
When rescued they said 'Why didn't you help; I was drowning'. The reply was 'I thought ya was waving hello to me!'
Thanks Orchi
Highly creative.Never thought of looking at the world through the eyes of a fallen tear before. Love that you mention the white cliffs of Dover. Many a tear would have been shed either on departure or return to those shores. For me they represent home. Enjoyed my visit today.
Your feedback makes me happy.
Really pleased about that. I am happy that you are happy:)
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